It was curiosity more than anything that had Rook agreeing to keep an eye on the ancient artifacts put on display, and most definitely not any sort of allegiance to a historian apparently set on a preserving a history that wasn't his. Call it a Veil Jumper's instinct or a Dalish elf's paranoia, but she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than a clash of cultures disagreeing over whether something belonged on a shelf or in a grave.
The point being: not in this world or any other would she be dying over some cracked pottery and carved bones. Instinct kicked in before sense, and she grabbed the wrist holding the knife with the intentions to send a handful of lightning into the offending arm, before she remembered, oh! Yeah! She couldn't do that, currently. Because somehow, she was cut off from the Fade but not Tranquil. On the heels of that realization followed a surge of both relief and delight at the familiar voice in her ear. She tried to say Lucanis?? but it came out a muffled collection of syllables, as she attempted to lean her body and head back from the knife and peel his hand off of her mouth.
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The point being: not in this world or any other would she be dying over some cracked pottery and carved bones. Instinct kicked in before sense, and she grabbed the wrist holding the knife with the intentions to send a handful of lightning into the offending arm, before she remembered, oh! Yeah! She couldn't do that, currently. Because somehow, she was cut off from the Fade but not Tranquil. On the heels of that realization followed a surge of both relief and delight at the familiar voice in her ear. She tried to say Lucanis?? but it came out a muffled collection of syllables, as she attempted to lean her body and head back from the knife and peel his hand off of her mouth.